Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.